Isn’t that Special

Twice last week and once yesterday, I observed Complex Manager and Assistant Manager walking together down the walkway towards one of the buildings out of my line of vision.

A sure sign there's trouble afoot.

Having not interacted with many for weeks and weeks and weeks, I’m out of the loop, have no idea what the grapevine is saying.

I have noticed and posted that it’s been unusually quiet around here — "eerily quiet, ominously quiet".

I am aware there have been lots and lots of management meetings, and this seeing Manager and Assistant Manager out of their offices, heading down the walkway together, I'm getting a sense of why it's so eerily and ominously quiet but don't yet know the specifics.

I should get back to hanging out more so as to gather intel — take one for the blog by going back to attending Activity Director’s Tuesday events, maybe sit-in on Movie Night — which is actually 12 noon to 2 p.m.

After renewing the lease last week, while adding the updated paperwork to my files, I realized I was missing my copy of the signed Information Form. So, I caught up with Assistant Manager yesterday afternoon, asked for and received the requested copy.

As I was leaving the office, paperwork in hand, I said "Thank you". Whereupon, she said "Thank YOU! You are one of the nicest tenants we have on the property".

"Wow, really?" was my surprised reaction.

"Yes".

Well now, isn’t that special.

But if they think that I'm one of the nicest, then there must be some bad ass bitter in-your-face beoches around here.

One of my greatest accomplishments in life is having outwit and escaping from my abusive ex-husband, with our six month old twins in my arms when, after keeping me trapped in the apartment for an extended period, terrorizing and threatening to unalive me because I wanted to leave him, I convinced him to leave me unattended to for the ten minutes it would have taken him to drive to the cleaners, pick up his cop uniform because I wasn't going to leave him. "Let's give it another try" I said, which made him feel like he'd won, so it was okay for him to go back to work.

I grabbed the babies, fled with the clothes we had on our backs, the second I heard his car leave the driveway.

My second greatest accomplishment is how I sucked it up, kept my head down, knew when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em, when to walk away, when to run and thus survived the racism, abuse of authority, the three witches and other atrocities of Corporate America.

This complex is just another Corporate world one has to navigate one's way through, and if management thinks I'm one of the nicest then, like I said, there must be some bad ass in-your-face upset-with-management beoches around here.

I'd like to know who they are, what they're up to, so I'll be hanging out more for a bit, spending a little less time inside on my own.

Friday is the residents’ costume party, hosted by Red Light and the Baker.

I don’t imagine I’ll gather much intel at that event, but you never know.